This thread is funny because this is a very pertinent subject to me at the moment. I went to get some food from my corner cupboard Sunday, and realised that some of the cakes had been nibbled at. Great, thinks I, got to get mouse traps and went through the thought processess of which kind of trap to get, humane, poison, glue etc etc. I also gave the cat a verbal kicking for not doing her job.
This morning before I went to work the cat was hanging round the corner cupboard, so I opened it.....for less than a second the 3 of us all paused...me, the cat, and the mouse, who was sat bold as brass on a box!
Mrs Fenchurch caught it and ran upstairs with it, whereupon she dropped it and the little fucker managed to escape out the back door. The cat is now in our good books.
Get a cat.